October 9th Motril to Granada

We headed north from Motril towards Granada about kms inland. We had a date to pick up my middle big sister, Jo, who was coming to stay with us for nearly two weeks. We needed to be at the Granada airport at 1935 to meet her plane from Madrid (she lives in Auckland but was flying via Madrid amongst other airports) and needed to sort out some accommodation in Granada first. The drive up was lovely, the scenery very stunning in a stark sort of way, and many huge viaducts which the newish motorway tracked over instead of rising and falling with the natural terrain over chasms and high cliffs.

We made a small detour up to a spa town called Lonjaron in the foothills almost I guess you'd say of the Sierra Nevada. We wandered along the streets, peeked down alley ways, looked at a fes artisan's shops, bought some fruit and vegetables, nougat, figgy stuff, and honey before heading on to Granada.

Scenes of Lanjaron

Looking back at Lanjaron

We continued our journey to Granada, founda camping spot at a place called La Zubia which was a small town, almost attached to Granada, certainly on the bus route straight into town, but quite a distance from the airport.
We booked a cabin or bungalow for 4, it cost far more than it should have, and we had to pay for the truck on top of it, but it was convenient and apart from the constant smell of rotten natural gas coming from the ground by the showers, it suited us well for our Granada stay.

We settled in and then at about 6.50pm left for the airport to pick up Jo.
It was great to see her when she finally emerged, exhausted but doing well after her long, long-haul flight from NZ.